Three months this man’s been off the farm – go back now, back to diesel,...
Three months this man’s been off the farm –
go back now, back to diesel, earth and pumps.
Sugar cane I planted has come to term,
and now I count the stalks, the germination.
One clump is a penny, one row,
running, I will sell it for one dollar,
this field buys an olive suit, numerous books
boxed…
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‘We meet at various points in the great swathes of the past that neither of us were alive to witness.’
Allen Bratton on a daytrip to a castle with his older boyfriend.
‘Listening to three white poets, whom I suspect are academics, talk about the state of poetry.’
Oluwaseun Olayiwola eavesdrops on an older generation.
‘I’d been dubious about his company at first.’
Sarah Moss on watching Shakespeare with her twelve-year-old son.
‘She didn’t trust us because, to her, tenants were like children.’
Kate Zambreno on negotiating with her older landlady.
‘A moment now swallowed in embarrassment, I asked a question only a young person might ask an older one.’
Lynne Tillman on trying to understand what makes a generation.
‘Early one morning in the month of June, someone ran over a huge black rooster on County Road W in Wisconsin hill country.’
‘Great translations are much rarer than great works of fiction or poetry.’
‘Fundamentalist mangoes must have more texture; secular mangoes should have artificial flavouring.’
‘You buy me things and then later you’ll think you bought me. I was never for sale.’
‘Culture has been bound up since the beginning with extraction.’
The editor introduces the issue.
‘In a connected world, how can anyone close their doors?’
